Choose your weapon.

I breath you in. You are all around me. I close my eyes and drown into every moment that passes. I feel you as you fly through me, through my soul. The stories you tell become my stories. You speak, often without words, of perfect days, hopeful beginnings and the struggles & pains of being human. I feel it. I feel it all. I learn. I heal.

Music: my weapon of choice against the mind, against myself.

What’s yourse?